Lyrics Head & Shoulders - Dru Down

Head & Shoulders

Ha-hah, yeahh, this for the ladies\nI know they didn’t think Dru Down\nWas gonna leave em out like that there\nGive me head, move them shoulders\nLook at them hips, open them legs\nGive me sex\nHah, I’m still baggin em\nChorus: repeat 2X\nHead, shoulders, hips and legs\nOh baby work that body like you’re havin sex\nCan you baby?\nWould you baby?\nDo the, splits, I bet you in bed you put in dicks\nThe way you move, you got Dru Down overruled\nYou’re like a rubber band with stretch pants\nI never seen you befo', on my flo', doin that type of dance\nBooty shake (WHOO!) and then you broke it down to butterfly\n(Don't hurt them toes!) I might want you up in some pornos\nTwo other freaks walked up with that look, got off the hook\nOn the ground, hella fools stuck, throwin bucks but scare to touch\n(But what fo'??\nThey wouldn’t be here, half naked, at the after hours pants throw)\nAnd goin solo, that’s why the people playa over here in Polo\nAh with the RoRo, and what they don’t know\nI do this for a livin, it’s Hill-in, ah watchin a freak dance\nExpressing sexual feelings\nAnd if they really off the hook I’m climbing up the ceiling\nBut won’t wet my pants, that might take a slow dance\nYeah. real slow. major slow. now dig that!\nNow I got one on my back and one in the front\nGettin smashed like a sandwich, but I can manage\nAin’t no damage, let it be known, I’m from the Town\nAnd broke it on down on they ass, don’t get mad!\n(Ah nah, you gonna have to get off me now)\n(Yeah, you doin a little bit too much)\nHold on, I mean what?\n(It ain’t even all that)\n(That's it, that’s all baby)\nLike that?\n(My feet hurt, take it on elsewhere)\n(Don't touch my butt)\nAy ay, so baby, where y’all goin?\nBut like some bees in a pack I’m deadly swarmin\nOnce I bump em in the ring\nI’m knockin it out like champ George Foreman\nWhip that on me like you whipped it on that dancefloor\nWhat’s wrong, that head shoulder lips and legs sore?\nGive me some head girl, move them damn shoulders!\nWiggle them hips, open them legs, give me sex (What you say?)\nGive me some head girl, move them damn shoulders!\nWiggle them hips, open them legs, give me sex\nFor real doe. you know what I need?\nI need a freak, ah with a body that’d shake just like Jell-o\nI got game, I start my convo with «Hell-low»\nAnd let it known that there’s more where that come from\n(Like what?) A true philosophy, like a gut sprung\nAnd then they wanna come to the crib\nStart undressin, wanna teach a lesson\nJust for spittin, a dibba dabba doo, in her ear\nThat was practice for the Pimp of the Year\nI’m Dru D-Nex, ain’t no stoppin, I’m P poppin\nWhen I’m off of the Tanquerays I’m ridin\nIt surprises me, this lady bought me a strawberry daquiri\nI turned around she’s stickin and lickin that long tongue at me\nBut how a mack be, is like this -- straighten yourself up\nThen roll, and don’t forget to walk with a limp\nHit the table, made her proper pick a flow\nI didn’t know her name, but I had her in pain\nI mean I had her FREAKY\nI mean I did exactly what I wanted to!\nYeahhh baby!\nThe whole point is you work that body baby!\nLike you havin sex\nThis is rated V. D\nPimp Playa O. G\nP-I-M-P-I-N, G in me\nUnderstand me though, y’know? Dig